For a woman whose fond nickname at court is The Iron Lady, Vivienne is entirely capable of both sympathy and compassion. She listens intently to Kallian's history, the mother's hopes for a return to Orlais for a better life, only to be taken by slavers. Reprehensible of the Tevinter and it takes all of her well trained calm to resist responding with a blatant show of her disgust for that practice. Only because she would not have this misplaced elf take it for displeasure with her.

The mask produced immediately grabs her attention. Naturally Vivienne recognizes it and with good favor too. Her eyes light up in recognition. "Of course I recognize it, darling! Those are the colors of the du Poirver. Such a lovely family and ah their family estate... the lushest orchard of pear trees in all of Thedas. Comtesse du Poivrer hosts a blossom viewing party in the spring that is the rage of all the court. Simply everyone pines for an invitation."

She is gushing. Vivienne never gushes without good reason. These people are that impressive. Masters of the Game, yet balanced with gentle and compassionate temperaments. Truly astounding. It's practically a wonder the mother would seek out the Ferelden Court rather than remain with her house of service.